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beautiful blue eyes for more than a few seconds I’m gonna shoot my load. Me? I’m lookin’ up at the ceiling, countin’ them little popcorn dealios they spray on up there. Now she’s suckin’ away, and I’m at about two thousand five hundred and fifty-three, knowing I can’t last much longer. I glance down just for a quick second, and luckily her eyes are closed.” He paused and reached for the vodka.
    After a drink of vodka and a red Bull chaser, he leaned forward and continued. “So, I reach down and grab blue eyes by the ears. Now, I got her ears in my hands, and I start pounding my cock in and out of her throat like I’m gettin’ paid. Hell, I’m watchin’ that fucker disappear in her mouth, amazed by the sheer talent of this girl, and I pull it out and shove it back in. Then, I pull out, and shove it back in balls deep. She don’t gag or whimper or nothin’. Hell, this is turning me on like a motherfucker, so I turn it up a notch.”
    He pushed himself away from the table, stood, and held his hands in front of his thighs as he began to buck his hips violently back and forth. As he continued to thrust his hips no differently than a male stripper hoping for a tip, he began the remainder of his story. I shook my head and grinned at the fact Biscuit could care not what anyone in the bar thought about his little charade.
    “So I’m shoving my cock balls deep into her throat, pulling it out, and shoving it right back in, and it builds up that throat snot like a motherfucker,” he said as he continued to thrust his hips back and forth.
    “Throat snot?” I shrugged.
    “Yeah,” he said, his hips still gyrating back and forth. “That goop down deep in their throats. Hell, you probably ain’t got a cock big enough to find it, but ole Biscuit does.”
    I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I took a drink of beer.
    “So anyway, I’m pounding away and things get kind of slippery. So I pull back…” He pulled his hips back and paused. “And I don’t realize it at that exact minute, but my cock slides all the way out of her mouth. So I go to shove it back in, thinkin’ the tip is still in her mouth, and the head hits her top lip, and the fucker’s all covered in slobber and throat snot, so it shoots up the side of her face and sticks her in the eye.”
    “Now, initially, I don’t think nothing of it, other than the fact I just poked her in the eye with my cock. So I pull my hips back and prepare to shove her throat full one more time,” he said.
    “And she looks up and opened her eyes…”
    His eyes widened significantly as he continued to speak. “And she’s starin’ back at me smiling’, ready for the cock, and she’s got one brown eye and one fuckin’ blue one. I got my cock in my hand, starin’ back at her, and I blink my eyes, not sure if what I’m seein’ is what I’m seein’. Nope, she’s still crouched down there, with her mouth open, starin’ back at me with one brown and one fuckin’ blue one – ain’t got a fuckin’ clue of what’s happened. Now this freaks me the fuck out, because the entire reason I like this girl, other’n the fact she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose, is that she’s got them crazy blue eyes. And I glance down, blink one more time, and my eyes focus on my big fat cock. And the tip of my rod’s got a little transparent blue dot on the end of it.”
    “Contacts?” I shrugged my shoulders as I began to laugh.
    He nodded his head. “Yep. That’s when I learned about ‘em. Fucked it right out of her God damned eye.”
    I shook my head as he slid into the seat.
    “That’s a hell of a story,” I said as I finished my beer.
    He laughed as he reached for his vodka. “Damndest thing I ever seen.”
    “So what was all that about?” the waitress asked as she walked up to table.
    “What?” Biscuit asked over his shoulder.
    The waitress thrust her hips back and forth, more in a fluid motion that Biscuit’s jerky haphazard method. She